He walks the streets in utter curiosity.
He doesn’t understand sign boards and hypocrisy.
He is confused mostly but not embarassed easily.
He is the uneducated boy who is devoid of chivalry.
He wonders how the cars run so fast and how the trees survive.
He ponders over his god in hope to find his answers but never questions his god.
Though he laughs out in content when confronted by insignificant jokes made by random people.
He hangs around boys as desperate and uneducated as him around tea stalls talking about debts and hopes.
There he walks in his own skin; not uncomfortable of who he is. An uneducated boy he is; with no past and no future, only in present he lives.
As he walks past the road; drooling over huge whitewashed walls built around schools where education is sold that he cannot afford to buy.
He sells his labour, his pain and excercise.
Uneducated he may be but he thinks he is a clever guy.
He acceptes the reality and excuses the rich for their autrocity; he tries to save money and a businessman someday he aspires to be.
Not as a exploited pauper he perceives himself but as an embraced aristocrat! Someone; who is not just there yet!
While somewhere a daughter of an aristocrat cries over not having enough shoes.
Before he sleeps each night, he imagines a faceless bride and dry humps over his quilt until he orgasms in his undies;
while the son of the aristocrat masturbates using exported lube watching consumer intended porn movies.
He knows very less yet feels a lot so he believes in superstitions and perhaps true love too and what not!
He is the uneducated boy; uncivilized and blunt but as forever to be deceived for his simpler self.
He knows no manners but he is never disrespectful as he respects himself, he dreams and consoles that life someday will treat him well.
Ah, the world is so unkind; for the enducated to exist the uneducated needs to survive.
But here he is again; still walking tall.
The uneducated boy he is; he has problems to tame, he has riches to claim, his mind is polluted with thoughts of vivid consumption and aspirations of materials owned by educated people that he cannot own yet.
Such is the dillema of the uneducated boy; a misapprehented friend of his own nemisis, he who has been taught to dream, who is overruled by capitalism, a doomed dreamer that shall never achieve reality.
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